Post by Willow on Feb 9, 2010 14:07:43 GMT -5
If You Love Me
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Cloak. Check. Unusuable wand. Check. Cold? Yep. Willow 'brred' loudly to herself and glanced around aimlessly. Herm. Hum ho hum. All that. She pulled the hood of the cloak over her head, a charcoal, knit scarf wound around her head. Sure, being a lycan helped, but it didn't change the fact that damn, it was cold! She shuffled through the snow, ignoring the crystals that had fallen down in her shoes and was now soaking her socks.
Life was good. At least, right this second it was. She'd come back from well...wherever she'd been. It's not really anyone's concern where she's been. (ooc- which means I haven't made up a good story) After Roan had gone off the deep end, Willow had run and just kept running. She didn't know where she was going. She was sick of it! The drama, the senseless stuff that never happened, never finished. Nothing was ever finished!
Wooohoooo.
And now there was the snow, inches of it, everywhere, turning old Drak town into a crystal, white wonderland. Hehe. It was aboslutely wonderful. Willow hugged herself tight as she could, burying her probably red nose into the scarf and top of the cloak. It was a nice cloak, a new one. She'd been running for a long time, but now she was home. Thankfully.
Maybe she could be happier on her own. Screw the pack! If all they were going to do was fight, well . . . Maybe she was better off on her own? Oh, who was she kidding. No matter how many times she ran away, she'd always come back for them. They were home. She'd run from Roan, Roan was right, Willow was just a big coward. She'd been so silly.
Willow doubted anyone had missed her. Well. Maybe Erin. Erin, the puppy, her charge who she'd abandoned.
"You're a coward," she growled at herself, stomping through the snow. A snow ball hurtled and smacked into a window, and she glanced around, puzzled. It hadn't been aimed at her, but still, it'd been a little startling. Oh well. Moving on.
She wondered if Muryllis still guarded the school like a bloodhound, hunting down everyone who didn't belong and booting them out by the tail. Hehe. She giggled, wondering if someone could go delirious from the cold.
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